Neha swayed her boobs slowly and inviting me to touch them. I realized I was overcoming my shyness and I typed, “hold and massage your boobs for me ...ear”. Neha then grabbed her both boobs and started squeezing and massaging them.The scene was simply amazing that my hands automatically went down over my pants to grab my dick. Neha was enjoying the squeezes she was giving to her divine boobs which I was able to make out from her the of her own lips.To my surprise, Neha understood what I was up to. " What about me?" Preston asked."You can take on the role you clearly want, the office secretary," Kellyreplied.Preston blushed as he said, "I can't be a secretary." No, not looking like that you can't. That's why you're going to bewearing your wig and all that shape wear I bought you," Kelly retorted.Miranda gave Kelly an amused look as she received confirmation thatPreston's cross-dressing did not start in the office."But my clothes?" Oh, you can wear mine, honey, sure they're a little short. She dove onto his dick like there was no tomorrow, sucking wildly and jerking him off. This had nothing to do with erotica, love or romance. This was sheer lust, the desire to be fucked to an explosive orgasm that feels like it was tearing your nerves apart. If it has anything to do with love, it would be the love of meaningless sex. And, according to Gabe, there was somekind of resemblance to a milking machine.He thought he couldn’t get any harder, but he opted not to tell her. She was damn. He broke my grip on the sheets and took my hands in his. His large hands almost completely engulfed mine. He worked his tongue slowly in and out of my well-soaked pussy, making little sounds as he enjoyed my taste. I was moaning so loud and squirming my hips I probably made it difficult for him to work his tongue on me.He released my hands and grabbed my upper legs forcibly spreading them apart and restraining me. Raj’s tongue teased my clit, flicking it up and down and to the side. I screamed.